At the risk of alienating vast, huge swathes of what remains of my readership, here’s yet another update on that silly Magickal Childe photo, which was last invoked here.
By request of my friend Howard, I blew up a few prints of the thing and mailed one off to him. I also figured that the new proprietors of the space at 35 West 19th Street – now Vinyl Steakhouse -- should have some sort of documentation of their restaurant’s former incarnation, so I slipped one in an envelope and dropped one off for them. Evidently, they’re currently offering a signature cocktail in honor of the occult emporium’s namesake, so be sure to ask for that.
Tell’em I sent ya, … see where that gets ya.
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